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KEVIN GATES Told Me

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it, seems I don’t believe in much

Nobody did nothin’ for me when I?m on my knucklesQuick to tell a nigga fuck ’em, I come up from nothin’Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin’ outBest niggas slow to major and they lookin’ frownedGoin’ shoppin’, buyin’ belts, even help them outYou was not real nigga, you dependin’ if your loyalty is boughtIt’s sold to the highest bidderBlack bitch niggas number never reconsiderI was born a god but I finally got the pictureCouldn’t mingle with the peasants, you too good for that, you differentSmilin’ in your face, they see you stumble, they’ll kick youWork hard, trap by myself, I don’t kick itTurn my nose up, sick of fuckin’ with you bitches

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong placesNow I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enoughI think I really had enoughWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told meWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

We share the same cell, help them buyin’ all these play the game well, I’m confused by the newsI don’t pick and chooseEveryday ready for death, nigga win or loseBrains blowed out, I’m still goin’ to courtRest in peace Gangster Reezy, I miss ya, swear to GodMarquise got murdered two weeks after we talkedThat other boy pussy, he lyin’, we never foughtScared of a nigga to God he never walkedCaught him in the chow hall round the free peopleLocker full of shit, nigga I can feed peoplePenitentiary rich, got phones in the lineBWA, I was strong in the mindDrecka come and visit got richer just powJulio I miss you, just hit me when you get outFree throw shot to [?] right on consignment could get him outI don’t want to touch ’em, test somethin’ nigga, we swap it outBullet after bullet after bullet after bulletWalked down out the cut stand up in your chestRubber band up, never seen it, I’m a skepticYa’ll praise a bitch nigga but I still ain’t get it yet

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong placesNow I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enoughI think I really had enoughWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told meWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much